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The Valley of the No-Mind

Thursday, as you well know, is going home day. And not a minute too soon. I'm having a hard time with the double talk, back stabbing, let's-do-every-thing-fourteen-times-to-see-how-fucked-up-it-can-be, ask Trent and ignore him bullshit that's been going on around here the last couple of days. They want me to help build a tool control system on site that doesn't work, to replace the one that doesn't work, just so we can watch it fail and say "I told you so". I've said it before: I hate repeating myself. I think doing a bunch of work and redoing a bunch of work, knowing it will fail is not only counterproductive and pointless, it pisses me off. They wanted me to layout a system of tool control that will correct the issues we've currently got, which I did, and granted, it will be time consuming to begin with, and make the people using the tools have to actually look for and take care of the tools they have. But instead, we're pushing through a bastardized, let the tool crib do all the work process that is going to take 6 people to run, all after hours at overtime pay.
There. I've ranted, and I've smashed some stuff, and I'm going to stop before I quit my job.

I am:
Going to drink beer tonight.
Going to have sex with my girlfriend tonight.
Going to not think about work for the rest of the weekend.

posted by September @ 11:15 AM